There Are No Innocent People

“There are no innocent people in the Gaza Strip”

Said Israeli Defence Minister Avigdor Liberman.

So the 30 unarmed Palestinians,

including a journalist killed by a sniper

while clearly wearing a PRESS vest,

those 30 unarmed Palestinians

were not innocent.

That were guilty of something

they were guilty of existing

they were guilty of non-violently resisting

they were guilty of not keeping their fucking mouths shut

they were guilty of…of

they were guilty of being Palestinian

they were guilty of being cast as the villain

Israel’s army said it “does not intentionally target journalists”

but at least six journalists were hit by Israeli gunfire on Friday

in addition to the one killed by a sniper.

Those journalists were not innocent

they were guilty of

bearing witness

to man’s inhumanity to man

bearing witness

to ethnic cleansing

bearing witness to

absolute insanity

bearing witness to

crimes against humanity

bearing witness to

history’s rhymes.

“There are no innocent people in the Gaza Strip”

Said Israeli Defence Minister Avigdor Liberman

because, if you say there are no innocent people

you can slaughter them like lambs

and cast yourself as the good shepherd

merely tending his own flock

and from fear, they follow you

not realizing their fleece is the same

as those you slaughter,

that their blood is the same

as those you slaughter

that they are the same

as those you slaughter

that Ishmael and Isaac were brothers

and a few crazed descendants

cannot prune their cousins

from the family tree

cannot rewrite history.

Palestine was not a land without a people

for a people without a land,

Palestine had and has people

they are called Palestinians

and they are guilty only of existing

guilty only of refusing to be pruned

from their family tree

guilty only of refusing to let go of the key

to the homes

their grandparents

and great-grandparents were forced to flee from

seven decades ago

they are guilty only of resisting oppression

and refusing to let go of their roots

and as an old farmer harvests olives

from a two-thousand year old tree

and a young soldier shoots and kills him

he is but a limb, pruned

but the tree grows on

as his grandchildren pick up the key

and harvest olives

and cry for their grandfather

and cry for their sisters and brothers in Gaza

and cry for their cousins in the IDF,

they forgive them

for they know not what they do…

for, if only they knew

they would join their cousins in the harvest

and stop cutting down two-thousand year old olive trees,

for, if only they knew

they would divest

from everything that leads to more death

they would affirm life

and they would ignore the masters of war

turning them into monsters

turning them into something

that would make their own grandparents cry.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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